Dark skies on a silent dawn My face is frowned of all the noise People are busy as bees Ready to have a race On small water drops case To give a bath on their base It’s their chance to refreshen From the games that was tirin’ It’s the start of the day It’s the start of the fight Moalboal let’s dig And play with might Whistle blows by the referee And the games start to play Moalboal WHOOS! Is what they say To drive the nervousness away Sweats continue dropping The ball remains flying Moalboalanons keep on cheering To our team who's near to winning Strong different opponents But Moalboalanons are determined To bring the gold For the place behold.
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